Fire

I walked quickly toward our home after making a sketch of Mona Lisa. I had a feeling that something was wrong since morning. I walked cautiously toward our gate, grabbed the padlock, and slipped my key in to open it. I went into our creaky house and looked around.

Nothing was amiss. The house was still a mess and my sister was wiping the counters. Well, that was amiss, but that’s not the point. I took out a pitcher of juice and took out a glass. “ Hey. Take out the trash,” my sister said. I was not in the mood to argue so I left my juice and did as she asked.

As I walked out with a trash bag in hand, I heard people screaming and running. At first I thought there was a riot. Then I saw a large cloud of smoke. “ What’s that pretty red cloud doing there?” I asked myself. Then I realized that that was a cloud of smoke from a fire nearby.

My body went stiff. I was unable to look away from the smoke cloud approaching our home. I swallowed and in a deadpan voice said, “ Look, a fire.” Immediately, my sister went out and looked at the sky. We immediately knelt down and said a prayer, asking for protection and guidance on what to do.

As I opened my eyes, I immediately felt relieved. I felt no fear. We calmly called our parents in case that would be our last moments alive and then packed up a few necessities in case we needed to evacuate. The fire was soon put out and life went on as usual.